About an hour later, a black car drove into the front yard of the villa.

The third brother reminded Qin Anan, "your man is here."

Qin Anan smiled bitterly: "he is not my man now, but my creditor."

He said more than once last night that he would make her pay a heavy price.

She lost sleep all night because of it.

Even thinking about it now, my heart still feels vaguely uncomfortable.

After the car stopped, the door opened and Fu Shiting strode out of the car.

He is still wearing black clothes and black pants today, which makes his figure look tall and slender.

None of his bodyguards entered the living room with him.

When he changed his shoes and entered the living room, his eyes immediately fell on Qin An'an's face.

There was a palpable surprise in his eyes.

Seeing her during the day was different from seeing her last night. Probably because people are more calm and rational during the day.

"Shi Ting, sit down." The third brother said, "How is your health?"

"Very good." Fu Shiting's expression returned to his usual coldness.

He took the teacup from the third brother, took a sip, and put it down.

"Do you and Rong'er plan to make up the wedding?" the third brother asked casually, "I've prepared a big gift for you. If you don't make up the wedding, you can take the gift back later."

"For the time being, there are no plans to make up the wedding." Fu Shiting regarded Qin An'an as air and talked about this issue without a trace of discomfort. "I've been very busy recently, so I don't want to think about it."

"I know you're very busy. Did Jin Carrier hand over the mess he couldn't handle to you? Hoho, listen to my advice, do some things if you can, but don't be brave if you can't. Don't coax people out of life." Three Brother said lightly, glanced at Qin An'an, then got up and said to Fu Shiting, "Qin An'an is looking for you. Whether you want to chat with her depends on yourself."

After that, the third brother strode out.

Fu Shiting picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cup leisurely.

"Shi Ting, I'm here to return your things." Qin Anan took the black notepad in front of him, "This is what Jin Carrier gave me a few days ago. It's your thing, so I'll give it back to you."

Fu Shiting glanced at the notepad and took his eyes back: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I know you had amnestics. You forgot about me and everything that happened between us. So no matter what your attitude towards me now, I don't blame you." She spoke too fast, afraid He got up and left at any time, "This notebook, you take it back and take a good look."

"Qin An'an, don't do any more fearless struggles. The relationship between me and you is over." The moment he put down the teapot, his falcon-like eyes looked at him indifferently.

She looked at him directly: "I should have said this. Before you restore your memory, the two of us will not end. As long as I don't admit that we are over, the two of us are not over."

Fu Shiting looked at her stubborn and stubborn face and clenched his teeth.

"Also, before I say it's over, you'd better keep yourself clean and don't do anything wrong to me." She asked him, "No matter how loving you and your new wife are in front of people, you two don't do anything at night. Sleep together. You can't touch her, and you can't let her touch you!"

Fu Shiting seemed to have heard a funny joke, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his lips.

He put the teacup down heavily, and the smile on his face instantly turned into a cold and sinister face.

"Are you ordering me?" he reprimanded in a low voice, "Qin An'an, do you believe I killed you?"

After he said these words, murderous intent shot up in his eyes.

His words touched the rebellious factor in her body.

She walked in front of him and looked at him with red eyes: "Then you do it. If you don't do it today, I will find you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... Until you regain your memory, I will find you every day. you."

He looked at her not afraid of death, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he pushed her body away in annoyance. JrNovels.com